Cao Zihao wasn't afraid of being caught in the act; the White Dew drugged for Wang Yi was meant for him, and at most, Cao Zihao only harbored an interest in observing. He himself wouldn't make a move. What terrified him was Wang Zhuo’s attitude.

The man was utterly overbearing. After hearing Yuan Ye announce the affiliation—the son of the Discipline Inspection Commission Director—Wang Zhuo was not only unafraid but seemed genuinely disappointed that they hadn't secured any real leverage. This wasn't just a blatant slap in the face; it demonstrated his deep-seated confidence and utterly uncompromising stance.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao, who was still sprawled on the floor by the door, hadn't woken up. Cao Zihao knew Xiao Zhao’s strength; if they fought, his chances of winning were only fifty-fifty. Yet, this young man, whom Yuan Ye called Director Wang, despite his youth, had instantly incapacitated Xiao Zhao.

Cao Zihao weighed the odds and knew he was certainly no match for him. Even though Xiao Zhao was ambushed when he fell, Cao Zihao saw clearly: if he used the same surprise attack, he wouldn't be able to instantly defeat Xiao Zhao either. The walkie-talkie on the table suddenly crackled several times, followed by the security manager's panicked voice: "Young Master Cao, something...

something has happened! The boss and Young Master Wang have been beaten; their injuries are severe!" Cao Zihao’s heart lurched. He looked incredulously at Director Wang across from him.

He had assumed this man would emerge unscathed from that private room, using authority to pressure Dong Shu into negotiation. He never imagined it would be a conquest achieved through brute force; it was completely different from what he had surmised. Cao Zihao snatched up the walkie-talkie and hit the transmit button: "Get Dong Shu on the line with me." "N-n-no," the security manager stammered, "Th-th-those students are blocking the door, preventing me from getting in." "They won't die anytime soon," Wang Zhuo chuckled lightly, tapping his finger toward the door.

"I know how far to push when I strike. This fellow will also wake up shortly." This guy fights like a professional. Cao Zihao’s cheeks felt sour, and he struggled to swallow.

"Let's discuss compensation," Wang Zhuo leaned forward, plucked the walkie-talkie from his hand, switched it off casually, and stated plainly, "Since you instigated this, I'll talk directly to you." Cao Zihao didn't want to back down, yet he was completely crushed by the opponent's aura. The sheer discomfort was immense. Moreover, the opponent had mentioned a name earlier, but Cao Zihao hadn't paid close attention, leaving him unaware of who this formidable foe actually was.

In his predicament, he could only stick to the facts: "I am not the instigator. As you saw, I just sat here. I neither harassed your friend nor did anything else." "If you don't want to talk, I imagine Director Huang of the Huangjiang District Discipline Inspection Commission will proactively seek me out," Wang Zhuo sneered.

"The last person who proactively sought me out was Hui Hai from Dongjiang District; you must have heard of him." Smack. Monkey’s grip loosened, and the flip phone he had quietly pulled out dropped onto the marble floor, shattering into two pieces. In Jiangzhou, from the oldest to the youngest who could walk, who hadn't heard of the Hui Hai case?

Especially since Cao Zihao's family had served in the political and legal system for three generations, they knew the details of the Hui Hai case intimately. Upon hearing Wang Zhuo mention that Hui Hai had actively approached him for talks, Monkey and Cao Zihao needed no further hints; they instantly grasped Wang Zhuo’s identity. Countless versions of the Hui Hai case circulated in the gossip mills.

No matter how bizarre, even if the female protagonist who sparked the incident was substituted for the mayor Qin Xue's daughter, the case invariably included the segment where Wang Zhuo assaulted the police, seized a gun, and caused chaos at the Red House. Although Wang Zhuo’s name was usually replaced by a vague description like "a young man," Cao Zihao, who often boasted to his cronies about his well-informed nature by recounting this story over tea, would never forget Wang Zhuo's name. Wang Zhuo.

It was this ominous presence, this King of Men. Cao Zihao felt his heart was about to leap out of his chest. This man was a violent offender who had snatched a police firearm and murdered people on the street!

And here he sat, alive and breathing, all because of the woman in the inner room of this very suite. If he angered this man, there would be no negotiation about being crippled or killed. Though Cao Zihao was physically robust, his courage was mediocre.

Born with a silver spoon, he was accustomed to bullying others through intimidation. When encountering someone clearly superior, he would either suck up or steer clear. This was the first time he faced someone head-on in a direct confrontation, especially someone so violent.

Sweat immediately beaded on his forehead, and the mist rising from his scalp was almost visible to the naked eye. When it truly reached a visibly discernible level, Wang Zhuo didn't even need to use his special ability. He simply watched the white vapor rise from the man’s head.

If he hadn't known the man was terrified, he might have assumed the fellow was practicing the long-lost traditional Chinese Qigong, having just achieved the supreme state of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and Five Breaths Returning to the Origin. Any more severe fright, and the man might have suffered a heart attack... Wang Zhuo was extremely satisfied with his deterrent effect.

He asked calmly, "Well? Do you talk with me now, or do you wait for Director Cao to come talk later?" Cao Zihao clasped his hands together and mumbled, "I... I...

you... you tell me." "What kind of car do you usually drive?" Wang Zhuo fixed him with a stare. "Don't lie.

Lie once, and a finger breaks. I mean what I say." I believe you mean what you say. Cao Zihao sighed inwardly and truthfully replied, "I only own a Bora myself.

I usually use friends' cars. The one I'm driving now is a Porsche 911." "Oh..." Wang Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping past the entire building toward the parking lot downstairs. "I don't care whose car it is.

I only ask you one thing: will you compensate the girl inside with it?" He gestured toward the bedroom behind him. That was over two million... Cao Zihao felt a pang of heartache.

Giving away the car meant he would owe the owner a considerable favor. "Be quick about it. Yes or no?" Wang Zhuo cracked his knuckles, producing the familiar popping sound often made by Kenshiro in the Fist of the North Star anime.

Cao Zihao felt as if he could already hear the classic line, “You are already dead.” He nodded frantically, bobbing his head like a chicken pecking grain: "Compensate! I'll compensate!" Wang Zhuo snorted. "I hope you handle this swiftly.

If you cause her any trouble, you know the consequences, right?" Cao Zihao nodded repeatedly. Monkey stood nearby, daring not to make a sound or move away, frozen in place like a statue. Wang Zhuo then surveyed the surroundings again and stated, "This KTV isn't yours, is it?

Close it down. Sell it within a month, or it won't just be sealed off." The business at BB KTV was mediocre; Dong Shu wasn't making much profit from it, but it supported over a hundred people with food and wages—in the official terminology of the relevant departments, it created over a hundred job opportunities. Nevertheless, having the business transferred based on Wang Zhuo's single word represented a substantial loss, and the one-month deadline severely impacted its valuation.

However, Cao Zihao dared not refuse, knowing Dong Shu wouldn't dare either, so he preemptively agreed on Dong Shu’s behalf. Wang Zhuo’s physical strength was one thing, but the backing of Qin Xue was Mount Tai itself. Especially since Cao Zihao knew his family’s situation: with the previous Secretary transferred out, Old Cao’s patron had fallen.

If provoking someone connected to Qin Xue invited retribution, the accumulated baggage under Old Cao’s backside would certainly guarantee a sentence of life imprisonment or even a suspended death sentence. "I like dealing with straightforward people like you," Wang Zhuo said with a backhanded compliment. "The rest are minor requests.

There are twenty people downstairs. The men get twenty thousand yuan each for medical expenses, and the women get ten thousand yuan for shock compensation." "Yes, yes," Cao Zihao nodded constantly. When you lose a car worth over two million, you don't fret over an extra three or four hundred thousand.

"Finally, a lesson for you. Remember this: Those who commit many injustices will inevitably meet their doom. You haven't faced retribution for your past bullying because you were lucky.

Someday you will meet someone with spirit, someone willing to risk their life just to take you down." With that, Wang Zhuo raised his right hand and delivered a sharp, loud slap that left Cao Zihao’s hair disheveled. "Get out." Cao Zihao clutched his swollen left cheek. There was a metallic taste in his mouth; he didn't know where he had been cut.

Cursing Wang Zhuo viciously in his heart, he turned to leave. Just then, Xiao Zhao stirred awake. Monkey, who had been following Cao Zihao, quickly rushed forward to support him, dragging him along as they trailed after Cao Zihao.

Downstairs, Wang Zhuo was already on the phone notifying the male students to release the others. Cao Zihao then noticed that he was the one who had suffered the least injury. Wang Yi’s jaw was visibly askew, his cheek swollen to a shiny translucency.

Dong Shu was being supported on an emptied fruit cart; one of his legs seemed broken, his mouth was filled with dark, purplish blood, and he had lost half an incisor. The others were also badly hurt—one had a broken wrist, and another had both eyes bruised so badly he couldn't open them and needed to be led. Half of Cao Zihao’s burning anger dissipated, replaced by relief.

Unconsciously, Wang Zhuo's words—Those who commit many injustices will inevitably meet their doom—were deeply imprinted in his mind. "What are you going to use to fight him? Even if he killed you, they’d just sentence it as an act of righteous bravery or self-defense," this was what Cao Zihao later told Wang Yi when criticizing his desire for revenge against Wang Zhuo.

... After finishing the call with Geng Bin, Wang Zhuo stood up, closed the door, and walked into the inner room. There is a trope in many films and novels where the heroine is drugged, and if she doesn't unite with a man within a certain time frame, she will die.

Having studied medicine, Wang Zhuo knew that such a thing didn't exist in reality. Drugs like this only cause arousal; they don't cause death. Aphrodisiacs only enhance desire and are actually less effective than alcohol.

On the table in the bedroom sat a bottle of pills. Wang Zhuo had already analyzed it using his X-ray vision: this substance was a mixture of an aphrodisiac and a sleeping pill. It wasn't as potent as the drugs in the movies, nor did it possess the power to make a chaste woman throw herself at him.

Therefore, all he needed to do was wake White Dew up and let her go back to sleep for a long time. White Dew, fast asleep, was curled slightly, peaceful as a large cat, her long limbs bent into a graceful arc, resembling an elegant swan. This unlucky kid, almost sexually assaulted by a scumbag, could sleep so soundly...

Wang Zhuo stepped forward with a wry smile, nudged her shoulder, and called out softly, "Little Bai, wake up. The sun is shining right on your bottom!"